Third floor common room, Thursday afternoon

[notmyownage]

Claudia had no classes. She had no work. She was waiting to hear back from some experts in regards to the whole Joshua question, and she had no current projects in regards to building, experimenting, or overclocking anything.

She was (god help us all) bored.

So here she was, in the common room, sacked out on the couch and watching a movie about bouncing puppets and a rock star who stuffed his pants.

[ooc: open!]

Shooting Range [Thursday afternoon]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela had been taking Leto's advice and recording her dreams, but it wasn't really helping them go away, so she wasn't sure it was helping.

The range usually helped her concentrate.

Except today it wasn't working. Her head was pounding and she couldn't draw a bead on the target. She scowled and set the shotgun down before drawing her pistol. Maybe she'd have better luck with that.

She managed to get a couple of shots wildly downrange before her hand spasmed wildly and the pistol fell clumsily to the floor with a clatter.

That was... definitely not good.

[Open!]

Locust campfire- Thursday night

[solo_sword]

This was really weird.

Jaina didn't have the anxious, jittery feeling in the cabins that she used to. Some closure and time had done some good there. No, the weird part was that she was still in the cabins again. But it was this or singing insects and she'd already screamed at them twice before the announcement, so she figured she was fighting a losing battle there. It was just very strange going back to something she'd thought was fun at sixteen and then circumstances had sort of ruined the fun part.

Still, she could deal with it, and it wasn't going to stop her from getting a fire going and bringing out the makings for s'mores when she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be raining. When you'd been deprived of chocolate as long as she had, you found reasons to have it.


[I've been wanting to play all daaaay. You should play with me. *nods*]

The Roof, Thursday Night.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James sulked.

He found a note at The Gig, but no Helen. He saw many people he knew and did not know whilst roaming the island, but no Helen.

Arriving at the rooftop, he paused; the pause turned into a moment, into at least half an hour now of the ex-thief looking over the side of the building.


He would try her door. Soon. After he was done 'searching' down below.

Earwig Campfire | Way Late Thursday Night

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

After an afternoon, evening, and night of--if you can imagine it, it happened--debauchery, Barney and Robin were trying to stumble home. Where home was their respective cabins in the preserve and stumbling was a very alcohol-induced manner of falling from tree to tree.

"I am A LOCUST," Barney drunkenly announced to no one at all as he fell into the thankfully cold Earwig firepit and started loosening his tie. He looked over to Robin and blinked. "I think we're here, Pauly D." Her hair had been begging for that name ever since the stripper tucked his g-string over her head.

It was Robin's last night of...anything interesting. He'd showed her a good time.

[Open, so so open.]